He sighed and walked closer to me, I took a step back. He smirked and raised an eyebrow, accepting a challenge that didn’t exist. I frowned and took a step back, he took one forward. He did it until my back hit the door.
“I don’t like ‘Rick’, honey. You know what I like,” he smirked down at me. He put his hand by my shoulder and leaned in.
I frowned. “You like blondes that s-spread their legs for you!” My stutter slipped out and I felt my face heat up. Maybe I should’ve stayed away from the ‘s’ sound?
“No, I like you, Flower. We both know that.” He tried to wrap his other arm around my back to pull me to him, but I shoved my shoulder into him.
“Then w-why was she here?” I asked, my voice cracking.
He sighed, “Violet.”
“You’re n-not answering the question!” I pointed out and tried to walk away but he took it as a moment to grab me and wrap his arms around my waist.
“Honey, I don’t want her. I want you,” he reminded me and I frowned as I looked up to him. He dipped, pulling his arms further down, right under my butt and he pulled me up to him.
I instinctively unfolded my hands and wrapped around his neck as my legs held on to his waist. I glared at him and he smiled. I felt lust simmer in him and a small part of me got alarmed, but Sage and the bond got excited.
“Dere-”
“Flower, don’t call me that,” he frowned at me, but there was amusement in his eyes. Like he knew that I knew better.
“Rick?” I tested and he started walking to the sofa.
He let out a small growl. I didn’t like him growling at me, but the bond was slowly taking over and it didn’t mind. He sat down with me straddling his lap. I felt a bulge.
He pulled my face to him and kissed my forehead, trailing down till he met my lips. He eagerly took them and grabbed the back of my head lightly to deepen it.
I responded and I felt him smile against my lips. My hands found his hair and snuggled in it, deepening our kiss. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and it felt like pure heaven. His hands slipped up my shirt and rubbed my back. I moaned and subconsciously started to grind into him.
Benlyam pulled out and trailed to my mark, sucking on it while he let me grind on him. He groaned against me. “Flower,” he warned and grabbed my hips. I was so heated. I was loving the pressure I was putting on his member, it warmed me up.
“Bee,” I moaned against his neck as I planted kisses.
“Fuck Flower,” he groaned. I slightly flinched but continued leaving marks on his neck. “Sorry,” he whispered in my ear and then grabbed my hips and pushed down on his bulge, grinding me.
I moan against his neck. He lightly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back while his other hand cupped my area. I looked at him, my eyes pleading as I made a motion to get some pleasure. Benlyam smirked and squeezed me.
A moan squeaked out of me. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hands over my underwear. My mouth parted when he came in contact with my area. He started to lightly rub small circles over my panties.
“Bee,” I whispered as my hands fisted his shirt, “please…”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips as his fingers slid my underwear to the side and slowly inserted a finger. I moaned against his lips as he quickened his pace.
He entered another finger and started to build up a sensation in me. My head pulled back from his kiss and I started to move against his hands.
A moan left my lips, but Benlyam quickly kissed me to silence it.
“Shh Flower, do you want the chefs to hear?” he teased as I came closer and closer. “I don’t have a problem, so if you want them to hear, by all means…” he smirked and gave a quick peck to my lip.
He moved his fingers, hitting a spot and I bit my lips as my eyes rolled back. I peaked my climax and mumbled his nickname as my head slipped into his shoulders. I felt him chuckle as he slipped his fingers out and put them to his mouth.
“You’re becoming my favorite flavor, Flower,” he smiled and put them in his mouth. I gave a small kiss to his neck as he zipped up my jeans.
I put my hand over his pants, giving him the idea of a blowjob. He picked up on it and immediately grabbed my hand, removing it. I scrunched my eyebrows at him, confused as to why he was denying it.
“No, Flower,” he kissed my hand. “Come on, let’s go eat.”